Smoke me, cook with me, Use me as your ‘throne,’ Just don’t drop me if I’m breakable, When I’m made of something akin to stone.

I weave without fingers, I bind without chain, I laugh at your planning, I honor no gain. No mortal resists me, though many debate Say who I am, the inescapable

You might find me on your shoulder, or inside your PC, A crunchy little snack, baked or fried deliciously. I can burden you with pride, or make your circuits zip, Both a bite and a byte; take your pick, I’m well-equipped.

I end in silence, but am known to be loud. Please don't yell my name in a crowd.

Once spoken, instantly broken. What am I?